Just for fun, here’s a verse that came to me this morning, inspired by a Twitter pal’s lament over the sadness of rain in October. It reminded me of my dad, passing on the Anishinabe view that Winter is simply when our Mother rests. This resonates with views I’ve learned from various Earth-based spiritual systems, and has brought me a lot of joy over the years; when the land is dreaming, there is a majesty, a testing quietude, ever more resonant as my years in this body mount up and my own seasons change.

Anyway, here’s the poem:

October showers sing trees to sleep,

one last sweet drink before the deep

refreshing rest of winter’s dark

to nourish the enduring spark.

And here’s a reconstruction with less orthodox line breaks, a little windblown, if you like:

October showers sing trees to sleep, one last sweet

drink before the deep refreshing

rest of winter’s dark to nourish the enduring

spark.

All My Relations

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